Molly. There is no other way out but the window.
Poly. The window is low, and that’s the way he got out, and now there is no one else there. (A noise as of breaking glass is heard in the room.)
Molly. Dear me! Then the windows are breaking one another!
Poly. I shall faint! pray leave me just now, sir. I feel particularly unwell. I’ll explain this to your satisfaction to-morrow.
Eustace. I’ll not be trifled with; give me the key.
Poly. Unluckily it is inside, and the door is fastened.
Eustace. No matter; I’ll force it open.
Molly. Stop, master; I have a key. (Gives three taps with her hand.)
Poly. (Sinks into a chair.) The little vixen will be the death of me.
Enter from the room, Charles;